The fame of a mountain lies in the presence of immortals but the height, while the spirit of water in the presence of a dragon but its depth.This is a hut though, the dweller is endowed with fair virtues.The green lichen carpets the steps, and the verdant grass shines through the curtain.The erudite scholars make pleasant conversations with laughter, whereas no philistines ever came.One can play plain zither, read sutra.There is no disturbing noise, nor wearing office work.It's like the thatched cottage of Zhuge Liang, and the residence of Yang Ziyun.Confucius said: How come is it ugly?